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I flick my attention to Night as soon as he calls my name.
“I think it’s time your bat was acquainted with Jeremiah.”
I don’t need telling twice.
Stepping forward, I raise my bat and grin at the judge who looks about ready to piss his pants.
“Say hello to BMBF,” I say with a feral grin.
“BMB what?”
“Batty Mc Bat Face.”
Before he can reply, I bring the bat down on his head with all my might. He crumples to the floor in a heap, blood oozing from the gaping wound on his skull.
“Shit, Sugar, that was a job well done,” Honeymonster says, patting me on the back. “You’re making my dick hard.”
I smile, feeling a sense of satisfaction that I’ve not felt in a long time. This is what it feels like to take control of your own destiny, to make your own rules and to exact revenge on the people who wronged you.
“Keep going. Make sure he doesn’t get back up,” Night orders.
I nod, grabbing the nearest object – a somehow unbroken vase – and smashing it into the judge’s face. Snow whoops and it spurs me on, beating him mercilessly until he stops moving altogether. The satisfaction I feel is immense, and I can’t help but revel in it. This man deserved everything he got and more.
When I think he’s unlikely to recover from his beating, I stop. Sweat is dripping off my brow, but I feel exhilarated.
“He’s not done,” Nightshade says, his voice tight.
“I think he is,” I reply with a laugh.
“You need to end it. Finish him.”
My laughter dies down, replaced with a feeling of unease. This is not what I signed up for. Yes, I’m a convicted murderer. I’ve killed countless people, but it’s always been on my terms. Beating Judge Jeremiah was fun, but I’m not going to kill him just because someone else tells me to. I don’t work that way – even if I do want the bastard dead for sending me to hell.
I take a deep breath and pick up my bat again. I approach the judge’s unconscious body, and my hands shake as I raise the bat above my head. My heart pounds as I bring the bat down with full force. The sound of bones cracking and flesh tearing is sickening. “Again,” Nightshade demands, his voice as hard and unyielding as the blow I just delivered.
I drop the bat and step back, as bile rises up in my throat.
“No.”
Snow grins at me, and I can see the smug satisfaction in his eyes.
Nightshade shakes his head, looking like I’ve gravely disappointed him, and pulls his gun. The sound of the blast echoes around the foyer and the cold marble floor rapidly turns red with Judge Jeremiah’s hot fresh blood.
He’s dead. There’s no surviving a shot like that at such close range.
A second later a wave of burning fire explodes through my body, and I crumple to the ground.
HOW HAVE WE ALL GOT IT THIS BAD AFTER ONLY TWO DAYS?
‘BABY’ – BISHOP BRIGGS
HONEYMONSTER
Motherfucker. As soon as Kayla’s shock chip goes off, I race forward to catch her as her knees buckle, but I’m not the only one moving. Ghost and Night have both made a move to grab her, and although we’re all too late to stop her hitting the floor, Ghost manages to at least slide his hand under her head so that it doesn’t smash on the marble.
I’m surprised at both Ghost and Night making a move to save her. Night is an insane son of a bitch who doesn’t give a shit about anyone, and Ghost is quiet, always keeping to himself. I’m more than a little shocked that they’ve both formed enough of a bond with Kayla that they’d rush to protect her like that.
Snow makes some cocky fucking comment, and I’m halfway across the foyer, ready to punch his lights out, when Bones steps forward and does exactly that.
